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Anamnesis #1
Memories are what remains
of a scene that's not the same.
Memories of "what's his name"... |
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Anamnesis #2
Don't make a nest in conclusions
Don't let them catch you unnder the gun.
Stay to the end to see it through
then take a powder into the blue.
Just for a second hold it still
then you'll see whether you can or will.
Memories are not the same. |
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Blockhead
Belly up into the sun
Bellyflop the occasion
joy in transit guaranteed
Blockhead came at breakneck speed
Hobo-circus nursery
Catacomb-cacophony
Harry's glory wore no tag
Blockhead came in breakneck drag |
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Calling Mr. Stratosphere
Fell off my rock into a harder place
Overshot my load then wound up in space
inside melodic massacre and rhythmic decay
what's a boy to do with himself, anyway?
Guy in the mirror held me up with a gun
Prom-queen Delilah and a prodigal son
inside a nothing much notion meaning never and null
couldn't get me through or outta hell
Climbed up the mountain and I sunned myself stoned
underwent certain extemporaneous processes of transformation then went overload
became an ad-man prohphet with an annual fee
blinder's ain't cheap but the roadmap is free |
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Cahoozle Blooze
music and lyrics by PM
Look at the geeky little freak
with the sun-burned beek
and the sun-block (shade 30) on his nose.
Look at the long-haired bum
that he's gonna become
with a kink in his neck and stink in his nose and blood on his clothes.
Hey there kid out of parental hock.
Hey there kid if you think it's a crock.
Forget all the facts.
Drop out and relax,
but bring your wallet to the revolution.
Look at the perky little curls
on the head of that girl.
Look at her party dress and her face so cute.
See the sad-eyed pup
jump from 30 floors up
take a dive in the fifth but bring your parachute.
Hey there kid doin' just what they say.
Ya know you look really young when you act that way.
Cuz when you buy the farm but the price of chicken ain't cheap
and your hype only goes as high as your dope does deep. |
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Cannibal
what's the only cannibal that devours more than it's own flesh?
what's the only cannibal that devours more than it's own flesh?
sculpted with a marble stare
bitten with carress
just before you die, don't forget to hold your breath
what's the only cannibal that eats itself to death? |
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Chickenhead
should coulda woulda
don't make the deal more done
you missed me by a mile
but who's counting past one
and I'm a few bucks short of fifty
with my head in the clouds
and I'm long gone past gettin outta this crowd
and Chickenhead's goin on way too loud.
I got an ink blot brother
calling on the phone
sometimes you feel so alive that you forget you're alone
and I'm heavin hot air at midnight
with my brain on fire
and I'm screeching down the road on four flat tires
and Chickenhead's going out under the wire
I got a heavy metal hippie
who's got the hot's on for a dove.
Go paste a fortune cookie message
in your scrapbook of love.
In a no-show resurrection
on a triple dog dare.
and the space-time fabric has got a slight tear
and Chickenhead's going on way out there.
I got nine lives stashed down a one way street
I got a mule's head heart, but I'm quick on my feet.
so I'll lay it right down for as long as it lasts
in this podunk-strip-show-one-girl-town
and Chickenhead's going on nowhere fast. |
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The Closet People
The closet people won't let me in
I wonder if it's because I sin.
I guess I'll never really know.
They won't open up the closet to tell me so.
The closet people don't play to win
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Cockroaches & Tech Support
Blooze pt. 1
Just a pivot point
on a one way sit and spin
where to look away is a sin
and the miniumum requirement
is within.
Just a bait and switch
in the fashion reacharound
and the basic workaround
of a corporate runaround
is within.
Just a pressure point
in a back-peddle run and hide,
and there ain't no suicide,
and the faultine's open wide,
(and there's) plenty of room for everyone inside.
Just a little bug
in a gluetrap run and hide,
who don't need formaldehyde,
when it's all here open wide,
from within.
Just a pivot man
in a software circle jerk.
And it's just alittle work
to smile right through your smirk
from within.
Just a touch and go
in a techno genocide
the consensus to run and hide
ain't a matter of your pride,
(and there's) plenty of room for everyone inside. |
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Cough Up the Life Units
(for Glickman)
The back is for rejects.
The front only knows
where it begins
not where it goes.
Pennies from heaven.
Pray for your soul.
Swallow your blessings then spit them out whole
Give me a hit.
How high am I?
Just take the bait.
Never ask why.
Put up or shut up, it don't matter to me.
If they don't look you in the eyes it's just more TV.
How many jellybeans do you think's in that jar?
You're a geometric genius, that's what you are!
If you can guess how many beans are behind that glass
we might let you share them with the rest of the class.
"Shoulda coulda woulda" don't make the deal more done...
Smile for the camera.
Drink up the air.
You might make me come but you can't make me care.
Knock it down.
Get it up.
Supply & Demand:
If it's up our sleeve then it ain't in your hand.
Under the rug is what it's about.
Where did you go?
Over and out... |
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Demons Need To Sleep
I'm not never goin' near.
I'm not never gettin' clear.
Pop-up face comes out of the crowd.
This whisper chorus is way too loud.
I'm not never breathin' dust.
I'm not never throwin' trust.
Put it out to dry and bake.
Experience for it's own sake
I'm not never puttin' out.
I'm not never all without.
See me slap my face then sigh
Watch me wonder then ask "why?"
I'm not never movin' fast.
I'm not never holdin' last.
Watch me empty out the pot,
sort it out before it rots
I'm not never shuttin' down.
I'm not never leavin' town.
Put me in my bed then sing.
Experience is everything
I'm not never gushing through.
I'm not never wanting you.
Dive right in and fall too deep.
My demons sometimes need to sleep. |
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Diet Sleep
Not familiar
with the signs.
Freeze the current
stop the mind.
Mix the meaning
with the words
in the noise never heard again.
Cross the signal
with the style.
Keep on waving
all the while.
Mix the meaning
with the words
in the noise never heard again.
Who I am today?
Thrust the fork
in the meat.
Little bleeding
in the heat.
Stop the chatter
at the source.
Break the matter set the course
again.
Dig the hole.
Settle in.
Hide the mantra
in your skin.
Thrust your finger
in the air.
Trust the impulse. Never care again
Who I am today? |
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Digging Up The Seeds (Samson
& Denial pt. 2)
Natural-anasthesia in a dissonant dream.
Your inner-voice whispers 'til you hear yourself scream.
Swim along in the familiar with the sweet little signs.
Put a name on the symptoms in your sweet little mind.
Gun the engine with a word and see where you stall.
When you earn how to jump, just remember how to fall.
[Bandage up the old wounds, fuel for the fire.
Try and get yourself just alittle bit higher.]
Collect your disappointments in a sweet little cell.
Put them in your blind spot and furnish it well.
Tally up the checklist.
Start the Show 'n Tell.
When you hit the mark just ring the little bell.
[It's a full-body heartache.
Get it all in.
Turn yourself around til you see yourself spin.]
Sleep until your soaking then you float to the shore.
Lubricate the loopiness just alittle more.
Force the issue.
Flush it out, digging up the seeds.
[Remember that the flowers can also be the weeds.] |
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Dim
We're chasing the sun.
When we catch it we win.
We get to call off the wonder
and get out of our skin.
We're killing the time
until we think that it's dead.
Then we're chasing the wind.
When we catch it we can shoot the breeze right in the head.
Under here is a feeling
coming out of the din.
Over there is a memory so you can get there again.
We're chasing the sun,
but it starts to go dim.
I think I'll turn 'round and wait for
it to come around again. |
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Ezekial Inchworm
Standing on a wheel and I'm moving where I'm at
I'm inching towards the sun and the ground is inching back.
I got space-time blinders, a terrestrial form for a hyde.
I'm a chemical reaction out on a joy ride.
Got my nose to the grind and I prop myself up to the sky.
I'm still inching along and my tunnel visions float right by.
I come in for a landing and the ground rises up to meet me
in this elastic holographic treadmill in 3-D.
Drew a line with a sign and it brought me right into the place.
Cut the rug while I dug a two-step out into space.
Chose a good pose with a streamlined optimum frame .
I recycled the psyche and gave it a new name. |
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Freak Out and Die
I got drunk,
stoned on a sip
on a stream with a natural high.
I came home,
felt real sick
with a headache along for the ride.
I threw up,
fell on my knees
stood up and fell in a hole.
I got nailed
to the limb of a twin
with a siamese soul.
Chorus:
Don't plug me into your eyeballs
or hook me into your hollow high.
Get me off.
If I come too soon,
with a neon sigh
I'll freak out and die.
I got off,
I licked warm honey.
I held it right on my tongue.
I laid back.
I drank warm milk
from a nipple that was goin' numb.
I woke up,
sucked warm blood
from a cut that was all I could stand.
Then I did it in my hand.
(repeat Chorus)
I broke down
I swam in my shit
and hid behind a room with a door
I zoned out
I painted the walls
and pissed on the floor
I found God
under a rock
so I stuck my head into the sand
I tuned in
to a sonic son
and dried off my hand. |
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Hail Mary Suckerpunch
Hail Mary suckerpunch to my third eye
'Must have been two of 'em. Why would I lie?
I got a sure thing, that's what the man said.
I'm bettin' it all, Chuck, or goin' in the red
on a cartoon anti-christ makin' the scene.
He's got a bourbon and a blonde and rock 'n roll dream.
My boy's a wipper snapper boogie man, straight outta Dodge.
He stole his old man's car right out of the garage.
Eyewitness blind justice finally saw the light
while his seeing eye dog up and died of fright
in a very simple case of a man on the run
who never started the race 'cuz he didn't hear the gun.
Sanctified sacrifice knows a good rhyme
while his fear gripping flunkies try to keep you in line
when some wacked out dude yells ěHit the deck!
Your spirit's intact, but your hair is a wreck.
Hail Mary suckerpunch, heaven or bust
I'll take an order of fries and then I'll combust
to the salt in the mines and the smoke in the air.
When it's ashes to ashes, don't take it medium rare.
Sure shot resurrection, come as you die
if the clubhouse is closed, come in through the sky.
We got an open bar afterlife, where's your ID?
Oh jeez I left it in the car (for all eternity). |
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Kitties in the Window (Lullaby
for Sam)
She is chasing kitties in the window.
They just hide.
See the kitty in the window.
See the kitty say she doesn't wanna be mine.
She is saving worms from the puddles.
They can't fly.
They just wanna dig in something.
They just wanna be in something more warm and dry.
(big sigh)
You can't be yours.
I can't be mine
There's no where to hide.
(bye bye)
She is smiling at the dogs as they walk by.
I think he's smiling right back at you.
I think he's smiling right back at you for no reason why.
(Know why?)
She is taming demons on the curbside.
They're so shy.
Why'd they have to be so mean?
Why'd they have to be something weird and so high...
You can't be yours.
I can't be mine.
There's no need to try
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I Spy A Human Inside Of
You
How can you know where to go
if you're not in the flow that you started in?
Just because you think that you dare or you feel that you care or because you want to be spared doesn't mean that you do at all...
Well, you can tell by the shape and the size of the swell that you're swimming in.
Just because you think that you're here
or because you're not in your fears
or because you got in the clear
doesn't mean that you are at all...
Don't want a halo on my head today
Don't think that roadmap will show me the way I'm watching the grass grow around where I lay Along with the lingering mist in decay.
Just let me go flying off into the view
I don't think I'll be but a minute or two As long as I see the whole sky in my view I'll find my way back if it's all I can do I spy a human inside of you.
Don't think I'll be but a minute or two.
I'd rather be me cuz it's all I can do.
I spy a human inside of you. |
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I Ovulate in Mode
strip your skin
don't hide your hyde
then fall on in
and crawl inside
kamikaze talkshow geek
conformity, but for the freaks
don't flip your wig too far outside
the haircut only lasts a week
(solo) money's borrowed time is lent
you're heaven leaning but hell bent
how're you gonna ever pay the rent?
what you see and how you feel is all you need is... |
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Last time I saw home
Last time that I saw home I felt so whole (repeat)
I could reach right down and I'd touch that ground (repeat)
but I don't think I'll be goin' back there no more
Last time that I saw you must've been about quarter to four (repeat)
now I'm sweeping ashes up under the rug (repeat)
and I don't think I'll be goin' back there no more
Last hit that I took must've been about half-past (repeat)
and I'm thinking it'll be my last (repeat)
cuz I don't think I'll be goin' back there no more |
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Life (As A Prosthetic Workaround
For The Soul)
Life (as a prosthetic workaround)
We are all disposable media.
It's not my existence to realize anything.
Nothing happens when you die.
It means nothing
(but it has great value) |
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Lip-synching at Zero Gravity
Vaguely molding into deep sustain
and sitting in a picture frame
just sit beneath the sun
and you'll feel your body start to way a ton
in a bubble that becomes your mind
and you'll start to find
that you follow blind salvation |
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Mr Void, I Believe
(words by PM and Lerry Void)
That Mr.Void...
He ain't no schizoid.
He's got brown hair.
He's way out there.
That Mr.Void...
not half-android.
That Mr.Void...
ain't paranoid.
That Mr.Void...
one way asteroid.
He's way out there
and no hot air.
That Mr.Void...
like my friend, Floyd.
Two-bit spring-thing
Tight-wire nail thing
Syncopated demise
Nails into my eyes
Cheapshot condenser mic
Space time continuum
Shut the door they wouldn't understand.
Omnipresent no fear
Sweating off the beer
Goggle-eyed bone man
Feedback phone-jam
Strike the static
Come on in
Boost the signal running thin.
Shut the door they wouldn't understand.
I believe in Dr. Seus, Dr. Pepper, & Kevorkian too...
Chauncey Gardner and Kung Fu,
the Man in the Moon and the boy named Sue.
there's a few other's too...
How about you?
I believe in cheesless rice and Scooby Doo,
Insecurious George and Albert Camus,
Albert Einstein and my mother too,
Luigi Russolo and Blixa, too.
How about you? |
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Mu
Silence in my separateness
holds me in a dream
nervous in a thinkingness
never-ending scheme
slowly go your sleepy way
nothing is not now
finish feeling in a sway
unask the question how
perfect in ambivalence
puzzle in a flower
patience in a vacuum flash
calms me in an empty hour
When I hear signals scream through the air
can't say I even care
When I see that I've been sent a prayer
can't say I even care |
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My Bad Brain Owes me Money
got a penny for your thoughts
gimme back the change
fit the block in the hole
that which don't fit then must be strange
collection basket candy coating sunday suflete
sorry god you're only getting change today
your eyeballs feel like hot breath on the back of my brain
keep the motor running i'll be back in a flash
of course you know i love you
you don't need to ask
bugged out spread thin paranoia paranoia (x2)
got a hyper hypothalamus
i sit and i spin
you said you called from the corner
where the hell have you been?
well i was out back passing out under a mask
go one past the ridge out on jack-ass pass
stagnation seems sacred from a windowsill
keep the party going till you're the only one there
with a chain smoking gun and a mild vacant stare
bugged out spread thin paranoia paranoia (x2)
belly up hog tied sorry but i lied
hit the wall holdin' fast watered down iconoclast
buckle down hard pressed push the eggs from your nest
think more eat less vomit on my party dress
got a way out window sittin' in my head
with an effervescent smile and a lng full a' led
got a freeze frame auto-focus book of the dead
hang onto your hat cuz the light's goin' red.... |
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Once Around The Butterfly Bush
Hit the rails for a ride not in vain
Turn around in your tracks for a train
Not you look on the wall for a spell
What a burning bush shows, it never tells
Hover over the wheels as they spin
only suss out your own confusion
Do not offer the beads of your sweat
Try to make it a game or a bet.
Mark your way around the butterfly bush
Hold your breath until you make it back
Once around and then you're off the track never hearing the roar of the gears watch the train as if it disappears.
Tell your time by the sun any day
Save your sense for a spell that you say out from under the rug for a while might as well be a month or a mile.
Mark your way around the butterfly bush.
Make a home for the mice that have strayed.
Never hearing the pipes that were played There's a witch in the well over there who doesn't savor her spells for the air or even care.
Purge your konk of the hate that you save Light your way on the road that you pave Tell the time by your heart with your head when it beats to the hum, you can play dead
Flash your light on the way 'round the bend.
Make a home for the hate that you mend.
Tell the ghost in the grave you are near open doors for the things you most fear.
Try and be here. |
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Peep
Well I caught me an angel hanging outside of Hell
Peepin' out the hole in my shell
and she put me in a locket and she gave me a bell
Peepin' out the hole in my shell
and she said I could ring it if I swore not to tell
Peepin' out the hole in my shell
cuz she said she had a secret that she wanted to sell
that love uses the window then rings the bell (repeat in round)
I came into this world with a reservation
I came down the portal belly up in the sun
They gave me a body and mind built for one
When I check out at last I guess I'm gonna be done.
Well I built me a monster 700 years long
knocking at the door of my dream
with a small-talk banter that was going too strong
patching up the holes in my scheme
and I walked to the water by the smell of the air
planting all the seeds in my space
and I found my way back by the scruff of my hair
falling up the wall of my fate
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Piecemeal 835 Blooze
Hairspray Einstein, you're my buttercup.
Pick my brain apart then serve me up.
Piecemeal stationary-overhaul.
Hook me to my heart framed on the wall.
And your head just keeps unscrewin'...
while your dance card needs renewin....'
and you're stewin'...
Saturate your smokey brain on ice.
Psycho-chemical rolling of the dice.
Piecemeal purgatory, wait and see.
All my life I swear it wasn't me.
And your head just keeps unscrewin'...
while your dance card needs renewin....'
and your plans keep on "KER-PLEWIN'!"...
while your debts keep on accruin'....
and you're stewin'... |
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Reconnaissance In A Maze-ment
Central circuit transmission interference into the brain.
Oscillating current and a free for all battery drain.
With a significant other on a hair trigger
and the silicon structure of a shapeshifter
the conduction is slow so the contact's outta my reach.
Five Hail Mary's for you if I can prove you're a leach.
Well the frequency's fine but the dial detects the disdain.
And damnation's a dream hit the deck as I turn up the gain.
Heaven's at hand but it's all an illusion.
It's the signal that's slow and starts the confusion.
The visceral thrust is a must in the trust you can't teach
Five Hail Mary's for you if I can prove you're a leach
Well Hell's a hard guiding hand but it gets you right through it.
Its just a pain in the brain when you know that you knew it.
The sign in the mind is a find of the thing you can't preach.
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Shortcut (Through Dust in a Sunbeam) Blooze
Dont look back
it's outta sight
make it out
step in the light
Climb the ladder
feel the fall
break the vapor
hear the call
Don't look backward
forward in
feel the seething
heal the sin
stand up taller
duck and weave
breath the air
sink your teeth
with your soul intact and your head still in one piece...
Look up now
hear comes the train
thought's are brewing
they heat the pain
ever after
turn to stone
break the fracture
all alone
Don't look now
your on the track
dust blows forward
you blow back
step by step
all the while
you walk the line
the extra mile
with the shit barely stickin' to the broad side of your smile...
Don't hold back
don't look for Truth
in your mind
no Absolute
burning feeling
fight to fix
where to put it
your same old tricks
Don't hold in
your floating fear
scream when you see me
show me I'm here
in your body
out in space
out of your mind
but still in place
not a blow to your pride or a cheap shot to your grace...
Turn it over
then confess
move the blocking
consciousness
it isn't needed
it isn't free
it makes the bed
but needs to sleep
Turn it down
belong to you
in your heart
nothing to do
own your impulse
in sweet release
rent your soul
but keep the lease
with your shiny tail draggin' and your tongue all a-waggin'
and a grin between your teeth... |
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spiritual amnesia
You hold your breath 'til the air clears then you take in the sun.
You got over the guilt now you're under the gun.
You found the end of a rainbow didn't have any stairs.
You fell in love with a moonbeam who didn 't need you to care.
I got an itch that I gotta scratch
I got an egg that's ready to hatch.
I'm sending up a signal that's long overdue
to the Cosmic Bellhop who's got a room with a view.
And when he talks back, he say's you kow what I'll do:
I'm gonna cloud up and rain all over you.
You take a bite of distraction by the skin of your teeth.
You always thought that redemption was a card up your sleeve.
You want to signal to end it.
You want to alter your soul.
You want to reach out and grab it...but you paid for it...
I scraped my knee. I need a band-aid.
I need salvation, need it ready-made.
Bleed out the minutes let the bad blood spew.
Everybody take a number be the Chosen Few
When it's 666 at a theater near you
He's gonna cloud up and rain all over you. |
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Sweep me up
Holy coward!
My names Howard.
Have a beer.
This parties boring.
Some girl's snoring
in my ear.
Not without hope
I've got my scope
on the brain.
T minus nine with a stratusphere glaze
outta the hotseat but into the haze
T minus two 'til I blow my cover
Sweep me up when the party's over.
What's up baby
she said maybe
I'm insane.
Kissing teacher
in the bleachers
got a B+
My last crackup
Mommy's hacked up
in the yard.
T minus nine with a stratusphere glaze
outta the hotseat but into the haze
T minus two 'til I blow my cover
Sweep me up when the party's over.
Nature Nurture
pick a future
here's my card |
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There ain't no reason
There ain't no reason
There ain't no rhyme
in the nervous breakdown of the supersonic mind.
There ain't no season
There ain't no line
God's paving all the roads but He ain't makin' any signs.
(and) If you go diggin'
well you just might find
there ain't no such thing as your own mind.
There ain't no purpose
ain't no goal.
ain't no race to the finish
its an afternoon stroll
There ain't no one to say what's right
but when you lock out the freshness
you're sealed air tight.
Your like yesterday's lunch in a tupperware brain.
And remember:
Consciousness isn't necessary. |
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There's No Such Place As
Outer Space
How can you know right where you're at
if you're not already in there?
There's no such place as Outer Space. |
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Thunk
drunk and dial and dial again on a homemade buddha-buzz
spit back out and out again while you curl up into the warm warm fuzz
got no notion in the know
but I think I gotta show in a self-styled, many-headed medicine show
suckin' on the succulent flow
tip your hat to the great Out There if you care then start your way up the
hill
playin' chicken with the tide on a blind alley ride down a one-way thought-form
thrill
anyplace that's clean isn't just what I mean
finally made the scene just like it looked in the magazine...
suckin' on the succulent dream...
incantation bullshit what-do-you-call-it
finally did enough to sleep
dance for a dime with my finger snapping time from the pulse on a vein too
deep
choking on the charred remains of a five star nature boy 3 dollar burn
dredging through the drain of all the little thoughts that I thunk but somehow
never learned
picking up the broken pieces from an always-say-no heartfelt fast
simultaneously drawing out the orgasm to see how long it lasts
suckin' on the succulent flow |
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'Til You're Gone
You got hung up on a clothesline
while you tried to grow a tail
and you said it's by your won design
and you then began to wail
that you're goin'... 'til you're gone....
Well you dodged a horde of locusts
and you gave them all a kiss
and you got a grindstone nosebleed
and you put it on your list
that you're goin'... 'til you're gone.... |
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Twiddle
settle your lazybones don't tranquilize the hours away
your metal flowers are in bloom in a saintly gracing sway
fiddle your little heart then wrestle yourself in a moment's decay
tinker your mind like so many freeze-frame floating actions delayed
i sleep away the day
to sing a lullaby that helps me look away
from what i covet best
you can rest in my nest
shiver the mirror's stare, then tighten your eyes for a hit and run passing
glance
splinter then pull the thought, bookmark it for yet another chance
drink deep then hold the pain
god bless my many scattered closet souls
a hovering heart feels passed around
and sometimes sleeps but doesn't rest
pinball eyes bounce off the faces they need to feel blessed |
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